His Hated Wife's Revenge. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Dominic and Manyataa have reached home.

Manyataa

( Quickly gets out of the car and goes inside the house without saying anything. )

Dominic Russo

( Says to himself. )

Dominic Russo

Is she ... Hurt ?

Dominic Russo

Well ...

Dominic Russo

She is a gold digger herself so , I don't think she is hurt ...

Dominic Russo

( Enters the house. )

Dominic Russo

But , what past was She talking about .. ?

Dominic Russo

And what kind of reaction was her family giving ?

Dominic Russo

...

Dominic Russo

Something is messed up ..

Dominic Russo

( Takes out a cigerette. )

Dominic Russo

Next Day , it's the time for Manyataa's performance.

Her dress.

Vaishali

You are about to start your performance , don't panic !

Vaishali

Okay ?

Vaishali

( Says enthusiastically yet with concerned expression. )

Manyataa

Yes 😊

Manyataa

( Moves to the stage and watches the wide audience of her's. )

Manyataa is unknown to the fact that Dominic is there in the audience too .

Dominic Russo

( Sitting in the Balcony area and smoking his cigarette. )

Dominic Russo

Manyataa

( Bows infront of her audience and the audience welcomes her with an applause. )

Manyataa

( Takes her seat at the Piano.)

Manyataa

...

Manyataa

( Moves her fingers along the Piano keys and keeps her music sheet at a comfortable place. )

Her fingers moved with grace, not playing but caressing the piano...

Manyataa is playing Moonlight Sonata...

Manyataa's fingers glided across the piano keys with a grace that seemed almost ethereal. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over the audience, who sat in rapt attention. As the first notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata filled the air, a hush fell over the room, and time seemed to stand still. Each melancholic note carried a depth of emotion that resonated with the listeners' hearts. The gentle melody intertwined with the quiet whispers of the night outside, creating a hauntingly beautiful atmosphere. The audience was mesmerized, their eyes fixed on the pianist as if under a spell. As the music swelled and faded, the emotions it evoked were palpable. Some were moved to tears, while others sat in quiet contemplation, lost in the bittersweet memories conjured by the haunting tune. It was a moment of pure connection, where music transcended words and touched the soul directly. When the final note faded into silence, there was a collective sigh, followed by a thunderous applause that broke the spell momentarily before the audience returned to their silent awe, unwilling to let go of the magic they had just experienced.

The notes were not just the music that came out of the instrument , but the deep and unsaid pain Manyataa has been suffering through ages ...

Manyataa

( Gets up from the seat and Bows infront of the audience for the last time. )

Manyataa

( Exits the stage. )

Dominic Russo

( Silence. )

Dominic Russo

She is ...

Dominic Russo

Divine indeed ...

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